’ His brows rose. Ruth's mind was fertile soil; for a long time to come it would be something of a hothouse: green things would spring up and blossom overnight. What news. It might as well be Melusine herself. Before her stretched blank spaces, dotted with running people coming toward her, and below them railings and a statue. She walked with long swinging steps, scorning the thought of buses or the tube. “Am I becoming reasonable or am I being tamed? “I’m simply discovering that life is many-sided and complex and puzzling.
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